Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket all my money's spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smilin', be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cause I'm righteous
I feel great so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cause man do I miss
A pen & a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio cause I'm paid in full.

I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah, I got rhymes for ya
Excuse me senora, are you a whore or are you a lady
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
Just assume the position and I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never been a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon.